One part Great Man Theory with tons of navel gazing and genuflecting to a handful of star figures. One part Sorkin-esque courtroom drama.
Zero parts fun.
Three fucking hours long.
Don't waste your money on this shit bag, folks.
One part Great Man Theory with tons of navel gazing and genuflecting to a handful of star figures. One part Sorkin-esque courtroom drama.
Zero parts fun.
Three fucking hours long.
Don't waste your money on this shit bag, folks.
Nothing I could quote chapter and verse. But the endless need for supporting caste to say - over and over again - that he's exceptionally brilliant, combined with the quasi-mystic music of the spheres stuff they lead into the movie with, heavily implies it.